Grey and stray and crusted over
Left by the river to be passed on
Big blue eyes are sealed shut
Tiny paws to be my sight
She cleaned my eyes, they opened
She gave me cuddles and sang to me
Her clothes were warm and soft
I liked to bite her toes
My tummy was sore and empty
I didn’t know how to assuage it
She finally found a way to feed me
It seems that’s what my tummy needed
I’ll play for a while and chase my tail
I don’t know why it keeps getting so dark
The pain takes over in my head
But I feel her there holding me close
As I fall over and shake apart
Maybe this is why they left me for dead
I’ll sleep for hours, she’s got me safe
I’ll play again now my head is softer
The grass is fun like peekaboo
This giant dog seems fun to bop
Where are my cuddles, my tummy is full
But that sunless world is back for me
My head now hard again with screams
She will hold me but it’s not enough
This darkness comes too often now
She called me Rosy and held me close.
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This little creature found her way into my heart this weekend, despite my best efforts to not love her. I'm mad at the world for allowing people to dump kittens, I'm mad at the vets who refuse to take them and especially mad at the universe for bringing me yet another soul to lose to the evils of epilepsy.
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~ There are many morals to this story, a lot one can take away from it, but my heart hurts too much to go over them.
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Just start by taking your cats to the vet and doing the right thing. If they roam around the neighbourhood they need to be de-sexed.
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I didn't write much this weekend and missed a lot of prompts on Instagram, as you can see I was pretty busy.
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But the word prompt challenge 'Sunless' on Instagram, brought this poem out of me as I realised the word ‘sunless’ perfectly describes the mind of someone's brain seizing.
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I can tell you the severity of watching someone go through it, but it must be so much worse for that soul to endure it alone.
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The universe sucks sometimes.
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Thanks for reading 🕊️
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